Does anyone else get inexplicably sad and low-key confused every time they cut down a tree in a residential area? Like, bro… it was literally just standing there minding its own business. What did it ever do to you?
i believe that every book you read changes you; it changes how you think, what you say, how you act, or how you look at the world. if a book doesn't change something about you, then it has failed at being a book.
have you ever read something so beautifully written that you lowkey get jealous of the author's writing skills? it's like you wish you had a way with words just like them.
everyone talks about the struggle to choose a tittle for your fic but nobody talks about the NIGHTMARE that is finding out WHAT THE HELL you put as your summary